"Nope," Ruby says, though he'd be forgiven for not immediately recognising her at a glance. She doesn't look much like herself right now, not when she's not even wearing her usual skirts, let alone her signature cloak. But the smile, weaker as it may be, is the same, as is the round face it settles on, the single silver eye that watches him, the red-to-black hair she's currently got tied into a bun... "Not in my way at all."

Another person she cares about that made it out. The relief in her posture is palpable, even if she knew better than to jump Dimitri in the way she did Darcy the second she saw them.

"I am— so glad to see you, but— what are you looking for down there, Dimitri?"